March Promises

Dogwood trees are now in bloom, jots of color in winter's gloom, white and plum and palest pink, against gray backdrops, out of sync. How I love the month of March! Like silk opposed to winter's starch. Robins bounce across the grass, a sign, for sure, that winter's passed. The winds of March soon sweep away all that's dull and brown and gray. A child of March, I feel reborn, as Spring flies in, on Marchwind's-borne. ©Danielle White